aespa imagines

ningning | drunk

genre ; angst!
mote ; it's been a while! back with another update, hehe! and im sorry if this is ass this one was rushed!

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the clock struck midnight, casting a lonely shadow over the dimly lit room. it was a weekend night, and the world outside seemed to be having a blast. lost in the solitude, you found yourself immersed in the glow of your phone's screen, staring at a message that was sent by ningning—your ex, a few days ago.

ning yizhuo
sorry, was drunk.
2:34a.m
whatever you hear from those calls, they mean nothing. i was drunk, you know how i am when i drink.
2:36a.m

a wave of bittersweet emotions washed over you as the call you had with her a couple of days ago played at the back of your head. it was a familiar plea, one you had heard before in moments of vulnerability.

your heart felt heavy with longing, and your mind became entangled in a whirlwind of thoughts. the loneliness of the weekend night amplified the ache within your soul, reminding you of the void that had been left in the wake of your separation.

the soft glow of your phone illuminated your face as you gazed at ningning's message. you wanted to hear her voice again, telling you how much she misses you and how much she loves you. let it be a lie, you just wanted to hear her say the things you couldnt hear from her when the both of you were together, even if it was under the influence of alcohol.

in the quiet of the night, you found yourself longing for another drunk call from ningning. it was a desire, craving a connection that seemed destined for entanglement. your heart held onto the fragments of memories, perhaps believing that within the haze of intoxication, hidden truths and unspoken desires would surface.

with a deep breath, you gently set your phone aside, allowing the message to hang in the air, unanswered. you knew the importance of healing and finding your own path forward, but you just wanted to live in this bubble of you and ningning for a while.

a weeks had passed since the first call, and each weekend brought a familiar routine. as the night deepened, so did ningning's calls, saturated with the lingering scent of alcohol and the weight of regret.

in an instant, you were transported back to the first of many late-night conversations. the memories played before your eyes like a silent film, flickering with a mix of happiness and pain.

ningning's voice trembled through the phone, her words slurred yet laden with vulnerability. "i miss us, you know? i miss what we had. i'm sorry, so sorry for everything." the echoes of her regret resonated in the quiet room, intertwining with the raw emotions that still lingered within you.

the flashback dissolved, and reality melded with the present. lost in your thoughts, your mind couldn't register the familiar ringtone of your phone ringing through you ears. it was her, it was ningning. with a heavy yet longing heart, you swiped to answer her call.

"y/n.."

ningning's voice crackled through the phone, breaking the silence of the room. the sound of her familiar tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but hold your breath, waiting to hear what she had to say.

"are you there" her voice quivered with a mix of nervousness and longing. "i hope you're there"

"have you eaten?" she asked, hint of curiosity lingered in the air. you simple hummed in response.

"sorry, i... i couldn't stop myself from calling you. i know i've said this before, but i can't help but miss you. it's like this void in my chest that won't go away."

you remained silent, allowing her to pour her heart out, to let the words flow freely without interruption. it was a strange mix of emotions within you—part of you wanted to hang up, to distance yourself from the pain, but another part longed to hear her voice, to hear her confess her regrets.